by KT Webb
“No, he was just as surprised as I was that she was back. We thought maybe she was just in Dublin for business, and since no one heard anything from her, we didn’t worry too much about it,” I shrug.
I kiss the top of Blake’s head, breathing deeply. We sit together just like that for a time. Neither of us saying anything further, simply enjoying the feeling of being together.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper.
“I missed you too, Gannon.”
Blake turns until she’s facing me again and climbs onto my lap with her legs on either side of my body. This is going to kill me. I know she can feel my cock react to her position. Blake just shifts her body, rubbing against me a little harder. She’s looking into my eyes when she takes my face in her hands.
“For a little bit there, I thought this might be over. I thought you’d betrayed me and abandoned me. It hurt more than anything I’ve ever experienced. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew this didn’t have to be the end. Neither of us is perfect, we’re going to fuck things up. We’re going to be mad at each other and want to kill one another sometimes,” Blake runs her hands through my hair and places one chaste kiss on my lips. “But when the dust settles and the fights come to an end, what really matters is whether or not we want to live this life apart.”
“I’ve lived without you for long enough, I never want to do it again,” I run my hands down her arms and grip her waist.
Blake looks at my lips again before she dives into me for a deeper, soul-claiming kiss. I’m still trying to be gentle, I don’t know if she still hurts or if her concussion has healed enough to get her blood pumping. Blake pushes me harder, grinding against me. That’s more than I can take. Our tongues explore together as the kiss deepens.
My body takes over. I grind into her as she straddles me. I want her so badly. The feeling of my soft sweatpants rubbing against my nob as she moves is incredible. I don’t want this moment to end, but I also don’t want to go this far when I don’t know if we’ve fully resolved the issue that kept us apart this week. Blake pulls away, looking into my eyes with a hunger I know she sees reflected in mine.
“I want you, Gannon,” Blake breathes as she stands and slowly removes each article of clothing on her body.
When she’s done, she stands in front of me, every perfect inch of her exposed. I don’t need any further invitation, I was already shirtless, so all I have to do is slide out of my sweatpants. Once I’ve freed my rock-hard nob, we stare at one another. Blake pushes me back onto the couch and resumes her straddled position. The feeling of her arousal pressed against me is hotter than anything I can imagine. I desperately bring one hand around the nape of her neck and pull her down so I can taste her kiss.
Her breasts rub against my bare pecs, leaving me in a tangled mess of sensations. Without breaking any contact, Blake carefully reaches down to guide me into her. Her tightness grips me as though we were meant to fit together. I nibble at her lip as she moans in response to being filled so deeply. This connection, this passion, is precisely what we both need right now. So many thoughts are running through my mind, fighting to be at the forefront. But the one thing that repeatedly breaks through all the noise is how much I love this woman.
Blake is in control; she lifts and lowers herself over and over as I move in time with her. Every moan, every gasp, every fevered touch brings me closer and closer to the moment of release. The next time she takes me in entirely, my hands grip her hips to hold her in place. I want to stay buried inside her as I move ever so slowly, to bring us both to the moment we crave.
“Gannon, holy fuck!” Blake cries out in response to the small, gentle movements I make without pulling out of her.
My nob has found the sweet spot, and every slight movement causes her to pant with ecstasy. She tosses her head back in pleasure, but I want to look into her eyes as I take her there. One hand stays firmly on her hip, the other reaches up to guide her head back to a position that allows me to look into those heated green pools.
“I love you,” I say as she leans her forehead against mine.
“Ah, Gannon, don’t stop,” she begs as I slowly press myself deeper with the barest movement.
“Don’t worry, love, I won’t stop until you’re spent,” I whisper as I inch closer to climax myself.
The intimacy of the moment, feeling our bodies linked, looking into each other’s eyes, and losing ourselves in the gentle rhythm bring us both to the moment we need. Sweet release vibrates through our bodies. I lean up to kiss her as the waves of orgasm ripple inside her, tightening and relaxing while I let go.
Blake collapses against me as we wait for our bodies to still. “I love you, too,” she whispers in my ear.
Without another thought, I lift Blake off me, then fling her over my shoulder. Her giggles echo through the cottage as I take her directly to the bathroom. I’m still holding her over my shoulder as I turn on the shower and wait for it to reach an acceptable temperature. I set her on her feet, take her hand, and pull her into the shower with me.
“Things got a little dirty out there, we should probably freshen up,” I wink as I begin to lather the soap in my hands.
“You’re right. Let me help you with that,” Blake takes the soap from my hands and rubs the suds all over my body.
Within twenty minutes, I have Blake against the wall. Who would have guessed things could get dirty in the shower too? I never thought much of make-up sex, but it might be one of my favorite things ever.
“When are you going to take off this blindfold?” Blake asks for what feels like the hundredth time since we left Kinnitty.
I couldn’t have planned this trip without Molly. When I told her my intentions, she was more than willing to help me hammer out the details. I still can’t believe I was able to convince Blake to let me whisk her away without giving her any indication of where we were going.
I had to obtain permission to set everything up at Menlo Castle. I hired decorators to turn the path leading to the castle into a candlelit wonderland. I have a picnic dinner in the back seat of my pick-up, complete with a bottle of Writer’s Tears. The most crucial piece of the puzzle is the Claddagh ring I had custom made for the engagement ring I hope Blake will accept.
The last couple of months have been leading us up to this moment, and I’m a total wreck. I don’t know what I have to be nervous about, we’ve talked about marriage more than once, we both want this. I think it’s the enormity of the question I’m going to ask. The commitment I want to make official is not one I take lightly.
“Don’t worry, love. You’ll get to take it off soon,” I tell her with a smile she cannot see.
After putting the truck in park, I step out, grab the picnic from the back seat, and come around to the passenger side. When I help Blake down from the truck, I lead her to the beginning of the path. From where we stand, I can see the candles lining the way, and beyond that, I see twinkling lights strung across the top of the archway that leads to the courtyard of the ruined castle. It’s truly magical.
I reach up and take the blindfold off Blake’s eyes, “Okay, are you ready for your surprise?”
Blake looks over my shoulder to see the lit-up pathway, the dancing lights are reflected in her eyes. “Oh my, God! Gannon, are we in Galway?”
“Yes. Come on then,” I take her hand, and we walk toward the ruined castle where we professed our love months ago.
“Gannon, how did you get all of this done? Is the castle all done-up like this too?”
I chuckle at her excitement. I can’t imagine she doesn’t know that I’m planning to propose. Blake is just too delighted with the magic to think about anything else. We hold hands the whole way toward the castle. When the ruins come into view, Blake gasps.
It’s everything I hoped it would be and more. The lights take us directly to the first ruined room in the shell of a castle. I have a table set up at the exact spot where Blake stood when she finally told me she loved me. If she didn’t real
ize before, she does now. Blake is standing by the table when she turns to find me down on one knee.
“Gannon,” she whispers.
“Blake, almost six months ago, you walked into my life. Every moment before that may as well have been an eternity. If I’d only known one person could change everything, I might have tried to find you sooner. Nothing prepared me for you. Our story began the day you arrived in Ireland, and I hope it never ends,” I pull the ring box from my pocket and open it for her. Blake has her hands over her mouth and tears of joy forming in her eyes.
“You are the reason I wake up every day. You have me, heart and soul. I can’t imagine living this life without you. Blake Imogen Molloy, will you do me the honor of being my partner, my best friend, and my wife?”
Blake laughs through her tears, she approaches me, nodding the whole way, “Yes. I can’t think of anything I would rather do.”
I rise to my feet, take her hand in mine, and slide the Claddagh ring onto her finger. Blake leaps into my arms, covering my face in kisses until her lips land on mine. We stand like that for mere seconds, but it feels like we could do just this for all eternity.
Blake is mine, from now until I take my last breath. Nothing can compare to this very moment.
To whoever is out there,
After taking a year off from blogging, I’m back! I’m sure you missed me, right?
Those of you who followed my last blog know that I made a move to Ireland about a year and a half ago. If you want to read more about what brought me here, feel free to check out the archive folder titled To Grandpa, With Love.
I’ve received countless emails asking me what happened after my last post. I realize I left things a little up in the air. I didn’t know how I was feeling about the guy I’d fallen for. Some shit went down that made things more complicated, and I wrote about that in my last letter to my grandpa. Hopefully, this new blog gives you an idea of what I’ve been up to and what happened after I ended To Grandpa, With Love.
Hang on tight, it’s going to be a wild ride:
The Guy:
Gannon Fitzpatrick was the first person I met in Ireland. He showed me around Dublin, became my friend, took me on adventures, and helped fill in some of the blanks in my family history. Each of us harbored feelings for the other and were too stubborn to admit it. Long story short? That man is everything I’ve ever wanted and never knew I needed. He proposed to me at Menlo Castle, the location we finally admitted our feelings. It was extra special because that castle has a link to my Nana’s family and was once occupied by the family I’m named after, the Blake’s.
Of course, I happily accepted his proposal. We were married a few months later because we just couldn’t wait.
The Wedding:
We surprised everyone at a family reunion because we didn’t want or need any gifts. All that mattered to us was having everyone together, well, almost everyone. (There was one Molloy brother still serving a jail sentence for his crimes against my new friends and me.)
Believe it or not, we even invited my parents, sister, and her new husband, Vince. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about seeing them face to face after the way things ended. For those who don’t know, Vince was my almost fiancé, who turned out to be in love with my sister. The way my family handled the situation crushed me and I didn’t speak to them unless absolutely necessary.
Gannon insisted that we invite them. He wanted me to have some closure. The ending result was peace and acceptance. Our relationship has changed dramatically, but they’re still my family. I live in Ireland; they live in Boston. We can have a long-distance family relationship. It will never be what it was, but I’m okay with that.
I do have to say the highlight of that day was having Gannon walk up to Vince and thank him for being a douchebag. Vince was so confused, but Gannon just smiled and told him that if he hadn’t been such a piece of shit, I might not have ended up in Kinnitty. It was hard not to find that amusing and I’m not even the least bit sorry about it.
The Dairy:
I’m proud to say that Molloy Dairy is currently the only dairy producing flavored coffee creamer. I’m telling you Ireland had no idea what it was missing. We’ve come up with some inventive flavors outside the classics, including partnering with a prestigious whiskey company to make a specialized “adult” blend.
You have no idea how nice it is for me to have an endless supply of coffee creamer available without having to wait a ridiculously long time for delivery of tiny creamer pods.
The B&B:
It’s mostly business as usual for the B&B. Although, we’ve converted the caretaker cottage into a honeymoon suite. We’ve made a lot of improvements with a focus on guest comfort. Aoife is just as amazing as ever. I couldn’t ask for a better mother-in-law.
The Band:
We’ve changed names from Molly Molloy and the Mandrakes to Molloy & Co., and we’re actually working with a small recording studio to cut our first EP. I can’t express how much fun Molly and I have rocking out to original songs and covering some of our favorites. Our primary performance location will always be The Wolfhound. It’s a great location, and I’m sleeping with the owner, so it makes it pretty easy to set up a gig in exchange for sexual favors.
The Surprise:
Gannon and I have been busy working on starting our own clan of Fitzpatrick’s. Our *clears throat* hard work has paid off, and we’re pleased to announce that we are expecting our first son this summer! We’ve chosen a name that honors both of our families; get ready to meet Brion Donal Fitzpatrick.
Thank you to everyone who has been following my story since the beginning. When I think about the girl who came to Ireland on a mission, it’s hard to reconcile her with the woman I am today. I like to believe grandpa was right when he said I had to lose everything to find myself. There’s something about Ireland that brings me to life. And the balance I find in Gannon has completed me in a way I never imagined was possible.
So, welcome to my new blog; To Blake, With Love. Everything that has happened in my life since becoming an Irish citizen has led to the most amazing adventures! I will forever be thankful for the gift my grandfather gave me and how he addressed that first letter: To Blake, With Love.
With love,
Blake
Ryan: We don’t do the cheesy love thing, but I guess I kinda love you and stuff.
Amanda: I finished writing this book on the anniversary of the day I gave you a random ring that came in the mail from wish.com. Thanks for saying yes to being my best friend (and wife once that one guy kicks the bucket).
Mom: Sorry about the sex scenes, it’s a romance novel.
Bridgette: I don’t know how many times we said “It’s gonna happen” while we were in Ireland, but I just wanted to point out, it happened.
Kieran: Hanging out in The Slieve Bloom Bar a couple nights while we visited Kinnitty planted the seeds of this story. Thanks for the fun conversations!
Coronavirus: I’m gonna say this nice and slow, Suck. My. Dick.
KT Webb is a multi-genre indie author with a twisted sense of humor. When asked to describe herself she generally tells people she’s awkward as fuck and likely to say some really weird shit. KT isn’t the kind of person you put on speaker phone, and you should probably monitor her caffeine intake.
When she isn't writing, KT can be found binge-watching serial killer documentaries on Netflix, goofing off with her two children, annoying her husband, going on adventures with her best friend, or snuggling her three kitties (Loki, Coal & Blaze).
**Do not trust KT with sharp objects or adulty things**
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